In Master Li's house. The Marquis of Kangding came before dawn, and said a lot of things before and after, nothing more than the murder of his own son. He spoke with worry and lament, and there were a few tears in his eyes, but he never came down. Dropped, held back several times
. Mr. Li is not in a good mood. It was a good day for his birthday. Most of the famous people in Yanjing came here. It can be said that they have given enough face and respect. One piece, still dead
It was the nephew of Wang Shangshu in the dynasty, and it was his own nephew who was charged with murder. When this happened, it was really embarrassing.
But for the sake of fairness, neither Master Li nor the Marquis of Kangding can be biased, so as not to be misunderstood. "Brother, it is said that this child is a bit stubborn, but he will never commit murder. This time, as General Su said, he must have been framed, but how can only two days be enough? Brother, you have to say Speak!" Hou Ye was anxious, a
I was uneasy all night, I wanted to see my son, but I was worried that someone would say it in secret, so I could only come to Master Li when the sky was bright, and I stayed for two hours.
All that said, it's all those words. Mr. Li sat cross-legged on the seat, sighed, picked up the tea on the tea table and prepared to put it into his mouth, but as soon as the tea reached his mouth, he put it down again, and the folds on his forehead were deeply wrinkled, looking at the sitting On the opposite side of Kangding Hou, who was anxious, he said, "The time is saying that this is
The second time I got into trouble, I couldn’t settle it with just a few words. Usually, some petty troubles can be resolved, but now it’s killing people and life is at stake. Even the emperor can’t use power for personal gain here, let alone me? "
"But eldest brother..." "As a father, you indulge your son on weekdays and make his temper become lawless. Every time he gets into trouble, your father wipes his ass, that's why it becomes like this, if it is true If you want to blame, you have to blame your father's inaction,
That's what made my son do this! "Master Li's tone was severe, and he reprimanded him in the tone of being a big brother, but there was still a bit of worry in his words. The Hou Ye was ashamed, and he knew that he was too indulgent to Li Shiyan before, so he was used to his stench. What's wrong. Helpless... There is only one child under his knee, so what if he doesn't feel pain? Besides, he is too busy on weekdays, which is why he neglects discipline, so that Li Shiyan
Under the title of the prince, he went his own way in Yanjing City, and now he has made such a disaster, and he, the father, has no regrets.
only-
He can't sit still! He looked at his eldest brother and pleaded with all his face, "Yes, there is indeed my reason for this, but it is said that he will never kill, eldest brother, he is your nephew, you should believe him, although he is temperamental It's a bit flamboyant, but the heart is good
Yes, this kind of murder, even if you gave him a hundred courage, he would not dare! "
"But that's how it is now!"
"You go and tell Sir Huang, just add a few more days, two days is really not enough!"
Master Li sighed: "I'm afraid that Master Huang agrees, and Wang Shangshu has resentment in his heart."
"Then..." Hou Ye scratched his head and scratched his cheeks, his heart was burning like fire. There is nothing Mr. Li can do. If he is an intermediary, there is nothing wrong with running to tell Mr. Huang, but Li Shiyan is his nephew, so in this case, his identity is more sensitive, if he really intervenes dip
If it goes up, I am afraid that Wang Shangshu will make a big fuss, but he can't ignore it.
Now, he can only think of one person—
"Old owner of Ning'an Villa!"
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After a stick of incense, Mr. Li immediately sent Uncle Liang, his old subordinate who had been with him for many years, to go to the Luocao Pavilion where the old village owner retreated, intending to invite the old village owner to come forward. Luocao Pavilion is located in a bamboo forest behind the villa. If you don't go deep into the forest, it is difficult to find a low tower. The door of the low tower is written with the words "Luocao Pavilion". Holy Hand Wen Cong has been retreating here for a while. Usually, a few servants take turns to deliver meals and serve. And this time on Mr. Li's birthday, it would be excusable to say that the old village owner did not attend in order to retreat, but Wen Ng, who has always loved to join in the fun, did not
It's a little weird to go there. The pavilion is quiet and elegantly decorated. There is a Buddha statue in the pagoda. There are many elevated shelves around it, which are full of candles. The yellow flags hang by the red pillars in the pagoda. Blowing up and down, even overhead
The candle above was also trembling faintly, and it looked like it was about to be blown out. The second floor was filled with bookshelves, which were filled with various books, and there was no space, and some books that could not fit were stacked directly on the ground.
At this time, the old village owner and Wen Cong were retreating in the warm pavilion on the second floor.
Said to be a retreat, it is nothing more than discussing knowledge, playing chess, drinking tea, and occasionally chatting about some matters in the court or some grievances in the arena.
The two sat cross-legged on the ground with a game of chess in front of them. Lao Zhuang was in charge of Heizi and Wen Cong was holding Baizi. Looking at the situation on the table, it was obvious that there were many Hesos and Baizi was in danger. I'm afraid that after a few more steps, Baizi would be eaten up. lose.
Wen Cong, who was in his forties, held Baizi between his fingers, frowned and stared at the chessboard, thinking about what to do next
There was no delay.
The old village owner, who was in his 70s sitting opposite, was not in a hurry. He brushed his gray beard and stared at the chess game with a pair of slightly squinted eyes. He didn't rush or disturb him. He took a sip of the tea in hand.
Until Wen Cong dropped the white child on his fingertips!
The squinted eyes of the old village owner widened and nodded, "In a few days, your chess skills have improved a lot."
"Don't make fun of me, old village owner. I've played so many games with you in the past few days, and I haven't won once."
"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, what matters is what you learn!"
"This is true, but it will take time to learn more, but I can't stay here for too long, otherwise I will definitely learn chess skills from you, the old village master." "Everyone has their own strengths! Days are idle in the villa, besides reading books and drinking tea is playing chess, over time, naturally proficient, but you are different, you have superb medical skills, and some have the ability to save lives and heal the wounded, everyone praises you as a divine doctor and a holy hand, like this
The ability is much stronger than that of an old man like me who can only play chess. "The old village owner is getting old, so he doesn't speak in a hurry, he slowly swallows, and then picks up a black stone and puts it on the chessboard.
At one point, he ate a few white stones from the opponent and picked them up one by one into the chess cup. The old owner of Ning'an Villa is seventy-five years old this year. He has been living a life of isolation in this villa, but he can always hear some things about the rivers and lakes, or the affairs of the court. When he was young He will still take care of it, but as he grows older, even reaching this age, he just listens to it, turns his head and continues to read books and play chess. And he had no children and was alone in his life, so he didn't feel lonely, but at ease.
Waiting for a hundred years of old to leave freely.
As for Wen Cong, he was originally here to congratulate Mr. Li on his birthday, but he suddenly came to the Luocao Pavilion and stayed with the old manor for a few days. Even if such a big thing happened outside these two days, he didn't go out to take a look. , as if he had changed his personality.
After a cup of tea, the game of chess in front of me was over.
There is no doubt that the old village owner still wins!
They packed up their chess pieces and were about to play another game, but someone knocked on the door of the warm pavilion.
The little servant came in with an incense burner in his hand and placed it next to the chessboard, saying, "Zhuangzhu, Uncle Liang asked for a meeting outside Luocao Pavilion, saying that Master Li sent him over to bring a word."
Wang Huai's death caused a lot of uproar in the villa, and it was already heard by the old villa owner on the night of the accident, but he ignored it.
Now that Uncle Liang came to see him, it must be because of this.
The old village owner didn't react, but replayed a game of chess with Wen Cong, placing the black stones in his hand on the bare chessboard. However, Wen Cong did not drop the white stone, but covered the chess cup beside him and said, "Old Zhuangzhu, I'm still not good at chess! , let's end this game today."